Fair not Faerie
We all have a past
We all have a past
Informing a present
Looking forward to loving a return
The person looking back with a slight
Brush and stroke of a kiss
Removes the the unjust smoke and smell
Suffocating any masking of face
Lame truths waiting in a naked ditch
—for an innovative taking
Destinations change in minutes
Legacies left behind —momento, old watches,
Greeting cards and whatever films
Boxed away freed on Friday nights’ homecomings
An era is gone but weighs on all of us
Child’s play on high sky, winter Sundays
Squeals, taunts and done with rosiest skins
Smaller ideas in hand
Drag down that old floral suitcase hidden on a ledge
Edges frayed and mottling with rustic spots
Innocence flails in the sun like snail glass trails glisten—a smaller view is fundamental
The bell tolls to come out, come out
Where ever you are!
Please don’t forget, do not follow past blind paths
The filling—your extractions are in figures, bulging pockets full of dreamscapes
An old lady’s house poet, Rosetti, wanted us:
To remember—not remake her ‘Goblin’s Market’
What is fair is not about faerie
- Chae Paterson
A Chance
When we take
a chance to feel
...peep at sad things
an inner child’s feet
lighten in step
... and retain balance
on such imaginary
iron pieced rails...often
is dream walks
and far too
black and white
concave in spirit
so judging, intolerant
...shadowed lines
relent...convex
opens an old
cobwebbed cave
... side idle
see an all too common
affectionate
... infancy
once crushed
by unfeeling reason
crystallises wanton
wonder
early years
...far reaching, distant
dark side bruises
yearning needs
loving memories
heard are birdsongs,
tension ...in the beating
breast and flutter
life-giving
prickly tears
...roll out
an evening balm
...transcend,
are awry
... into...
‘sorry light’
- Chae Paterson
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